Half a mile out to sea and in rough weather, it was the last thing the members of the diving club expected to see.
There, being thrown about helplessly on the waves, was a little blue budgerigar.
Bedraggled, half drowned and too tired to fly, it seemed it would not be long before he was heading to the great bird cage in the sky.
This little guy must have a patron saint of the feathered variety looking out for him.
